“Alright then,” Dad agrees with a proud twinkle in his eye, “And afterwards we can consider how to handle the Prince moving forward.”
I nod, feeling a little calmer now that we’ve rationalized our plan. I spend the rest of the day strategizing and waiting with baited breath for Ella’s call. Every time the phone rings or I get a notification my heart leaps in my chest, and every time it falls when I see that it’s just one of my men or a news blurb. We’ve been getting non-stop requests from the media ever since the rogue attack, and even though I’m worried about the optics, so far I’ve refused to hold a press conference or make a statement. I sent Hugo to issue a press release while I focus on the rescue mission, hoping that will be enough to calm the clamoring public.
I wait until an hou
